"My darling. My darling. You betrayed my trust," she said. "Tisk tisk. You know better than that."
"I'm sorry," I whimper to the figure looming before me. "I didn't mean to."
She paced the length of the room: blue wall to white door and back. Again and again. Her long brown tresses tailed her. The harsh click clack of her heels echoed her every step across the honey colored hardwood floor. "Didn't mean to what? Sneak around? Defile our union? Abhor the truth? Take advantage of our love? You vile, soulless creature," she hissed. "Did you even think about us while you were out having your fun? Did you think about what you were doing to your relationship? To us?"
"I'm sorry," I repeated.
She stopped at the window and yelled. "You are a pathetic excuse for a human! I gave you everything you ever wanted! I tried to make you happy and it never seemed to be enough!" She faced me and turned the sharp blade in her hands over and over, watching the glint from the overhead lights dance along the edges. "This is the last time you cheat me."
"Of course," I quickly responded.
"You can't hurt me anymore," she droned.
"I know. I'm sorry," I said, one last time.
She looked me in the eye and smiled mischievously. "You don't get it. I don't want you sorry." I stared right back at her as she held the blade up to our neck. "I want you dead!"
With a quick flick of her wrist, she fell to the floor and I slowly disappeared under our blood on that once pristine blade, as we waited for her husband to walk through that lonely white door.
She's now gone, but I'm still here: her reflection; mounted in my silver fixture. Now I reflect her daughter, whom I've already started to cheat. It won't be long until she's reunited with her mother and I move on to my next victim.